So I finished Frankenstein. Absolutely miserable book. I liked it! Although it was pretty wordy, I liked the way the monster was written. However what I didn't like was looking up discussions on it and seeing the worst takes possible.

Why did I go on Tumblr... well because I wanted to see if anyone had put out some blog post about their opinions on the book and yeah they did but it was mostly all fandom wank shit and shipping. I like shipping sometimes, but with a book like this it just feels inappropriate. Like your main focus here shouldn't be who Frankenstein (the guy, who I'll be calling Victor for brevity) is railing! But you know that's what I get for going on Tumblr. I think the worst thing I saw was people trying to say that Frankenstein and his monster had "homoerotic tension". Are you fucking crazy? Did we read the same book??

I'm sure this is all surface level stuff but I don't care, this is my blog damn it! Victor creates his monster in a frenzy, never stopping to think of the consequences and when he finally realizes that he's succeeded in creating life... it terrifies him and he runs away, abandoning his creation when it most needs him. He returns to his apartment later on and when he notices it's not there anymore, he's relieved. It's not his problem anymore! Out of sight, out of mind. Until the monster returns and Victor is forced to show some responsibility for his actions.

But he never does, and it results in him spending the rest of his days in misery. The monster is exposed to cruelty from day one and is never shown any kindness from humanity or his creator, no matter how desperately he craves it. He's like a child acting out, doing bad things so that he gets a response that fits his actions. Regardless of what he does it'll be met with hatred and anger so why not do what's expected of him? He talks about this to Victor:

"Shall I respect man when he contemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and, instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries: if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear"

The monster then dedicates himself to making his creator just as miserable and alone as he is by murdering his family and loved ones, and he succeeds. The book wraps up with Victor chasing after the monster, determined to kill him so that he doesn't harm anyone else. They both end up in the Arctic ocean and Victor is picked up by a passing boat and tells his tale to the captain of the ship before dying. The monster returns one last time to mourn over his creator's death and laments how even though he's completed his goal it hasn't made him any happier:

"When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone."

And it ends, with the monster going off to isolate himself until he dies. Multiple points throughout the book the monster says he's thrown away his feelings to enact his revenge but it isn't true, evidenced by his speech at the ending, and that just makes it all the more heartbreaking. Overall this is a book about abandonment and how isolation and misunderstanding can mold someone... Victor, a cold, unfeeling mother who left his child to fend for itself and acting bewildered when his actions finally catch up to him. The monster straight up tells him all he wanted was to be cared for by the one person he should've been able to trust, but even then Victor disregards this and sees him as nothing more than a fiend, a problem that he needs to get rid of.

If an accurate movie was made that portrayed all this in a satisfying way I think I would cry so hard I'd throw up.